Edge of the Horizon

I stood at the waters edge as the white capped surge of the storm races across the flat edge of the horizon. I look away from the gray fold between heaven and earth, knowing it doesn’t end or begin. When I finally slip into the cold water pushing against steep green faces, I am caught …

The ode to John Grady Cole

I used to think that every word out of my mouth was funny, wise, or whimsically beautiful. I used to feel impervious to criticism. Participating in writer’s groups and workshops will steel you for some pretty mean shit. But the idea that you have something worthwhile to say that other people would be interested in …